I'm still in a funk. Not depressed, really, just apathetic, lethargic, blah. I just don't give a damn. And I know anyone still reading the Palace is probably sick and tired of hearing me whine about this, but, well, I don't give a damn.

Today at work was really bad. I had little motivation or desire to do anything. Oh I got things done, I had to, cause next week I'm in training all week and won't be there, so I gotta get stuff wrapped up this week as best I can. but man, I just didn't care about anything. And the longer the day went on, the worse it got.

And then after work I had to go for my cut-n-color. My hair was all raggedy, my sideburns were all bushy and grey. I looked like an old Wolverine. It was horrible. And Linda (the lady that does my hair) could tell something was wrong. I told her some things that had been stressing me out. And then I just wanted to be left alone. But God love her, she tried to cheer me up. She told me about her dogs, showed me photos of them in the snow, related funny stories to me. If fact, what she was doing was really just pissing me off more as I didn't want to talk. But she's so good natured, I didn't say anything. I just suffered in more or less silence.

Then I came home and showered, making sure I washed any residual coloring off my forehead near my hairline, laid on the bed, got off to an old porn DVD, and took a 15 minute nap. Then I was up dressed and one my way.

my friend Michelle invited me to a party at a new Mexican restaurant here in town. There were going to be about ten of us. One of those ten would be Todd. I met Todd in January of 2009 when a group of went to a hibatchi restaurant. I thought he was cute, he seemed like a nice guy, BUT we sat at opposite ends of the table and didn't really converse much at all but to shake hands and say goodbye. Through last year, there were at least three attempts to get us at another function, but things came up. I couldn't make it, he couldn't make it, the weather, what have you. But tonight, we were hopefully gonna sit next to each other and be able to talk. At least that was MY hope.

So where did Todd sit? Opposite end of the table once again. We never did get to talk. So when I got home, I sent a Facebook message to his good friend Colleen, who was there also, and told her to just give him my number or have him friend me on Facebook, if he was interested, and we'd see about getting something to eat or drink or whatever. I know it sounds all Middle School-ish, but I was tired of all the pussyfooting around.

I was actually excited and had a good time. I dont know if it was because of the short nap, or cause I was getting out of the house or what. But I'm glad that I was feeling much more..enthusiastic about it all. Now that I'm home, I don't feel as blah as I did most of the day. Although I am tired, and probably will go to bed soon again. To read again. The comic books I got today. I don't know why I'm so fatigued so much now. Maybe tomorrow after work, I'll just go for a walk before the sun sets. Maybe the exercise and being outside will do me good.

Or maybe I'll just not feel like it and come home and plant my fat ass on the couch like I have been doing. Only time will tell.

POLT